The Big Brother’s Little Ancestor is So Sweet

Chapter 78: Demon King Becomes a Love Brain (3)

What kind of beauty has Wenxi, who is the Great Protector of the Mozun, never seen?

But he had to admit that the pale little girl in front of him was the most outstanding of all the beauties he had ever seen.

Fascinating but not demonic, proud but not lonely.

A small beauty mole on the tip of her nose is a stroke of genius, making her protruding hibiscus noodles more aura and compelling.

But then again, where did the people below come from the little goblins?

This is too tempting.

Another day let them take one of them back to honor him. Of course, the best one in front of him will naturally be left to Mozun first.

Wen Xi told her a few words: "You must have heard of Lord Mozun's temperament, so I won't go into details. The only thing is, don't disobey him, otherwise you should know what will happen to you."

"Yes, I will take care of Master Mozun with all my heart." Shiyou showed no dissatisfaction on his face, and he looked resigned to his fate, being compliant and reassuring.

Wen Xi glanced at her in surprise, it was the first time he saw such a self-conscious person.

Not all demon cultivators are ruthless. Since she is so conscious, Wen Xi is naturally willing to be gentle.

"It's your blessing to be chosen to serve Lord Mozun, you should cherish it, and don't do anything to make him unhappy, do you understand?"

"Understood, it will never add to the confusion of Guardian Wen."

There was no expression of reluctance on Shiyou's face at all, Wen Xi felt relieved.

After explaining the matter, Wen Xi sent Shiyou directly to Mozun's bedroom with a big wave of his hand, out of the idea of ​​seeing what is out of sight.

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At this time, in the Hall of Fenqing, the maidservants were cleaning the inner hall lightly, but their eyes could not help but fall up and down on the bed.

It was rumored by outsiders that the Demon Lord had a ferocious face with blue face and fangs, but only they knew that Rong Yuan had such an incomparably handsome face.

Now he is resting with his eyes closed, like a harmless and noble young man, people forget the blood on his hands, and can't help but want to get closer to him.

The new maidservant next to him was fascinated by the sight, and at some point she had already stood in front of the bed, and even stretched out her hand.

Just when he was about to touch his brows, Rong Yuan suddenly opened his eyes. The pair of dark eyes under the long eyelashes were like glazed glass that lost its light, without a trace of emotion, as if falling into an abyss with just one glance.

The maidservant felt chills down her spine, she couldn't even speak for a moment, and took two steps back trembling all over.

Rong Yuan pursed his thin lips slightly, and said indifferently: "Throw it out, chop it up."

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Shiyou had to lament the benefits of the world of cultivation, she can come and go freely, and she should practice hard while completing the task.

Shiyou had just arrived at the Mozun's bedroom.

Snapped--

A bloody figure suddenly descended from the sky and landed at Shiyou's feet.

Shi You lowered her head subconsciously, and saw the woman clutching her bloody neck, staring at her with wide-eyed eyes, with a frightened expression on her face.

beep beep...

terrible.

Shi You silently covered her heart, her heart was beating so hard that she felt dizzy.

Where is her quick-acting heart-rescuing pill?

Before losing consciousness, Shiyou suddenly realized, I giao, is this body dizzy with blood!

Then she wobbled and fell to the ground. Through her blurry eyes, she vaguely saw someone coming to her.

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"woke up?"

Just regaining consciousness, before Shiyou could open her eyes in the future, a cold voice mixed with cruelty and blood came to her ears, waking up her still somewhat dazed head in an instant.

Even though the room was dim and there was no light on, she could still feel the dark eyes lingering on her body, as if examining something, the atmosphere was so oppressive that Shiyou almost couldn't breathe.

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